Jul 1, 2016 Light verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
Queen Pleasure On A Hot Day
©July 1st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Here are some round, bright grapes
And a soft, cushiony couch,
And an Ottoman for aching legs.
Break off a few grapes, go on,
Have them, and pass me the plate.
Oh, and a glass of ginger lemonade
With cubes of ice tinkling enticingly
Melting rapidly on a hot day
To moisten our throats and
Untangle our tongues.
Get me some slices of spicy
Olive bread (the best kind)
And olive oil and gently spiced zatar,
To dip chunks of bread into.
Oh, and a chunk of spicy Pepper Jack cheese,
And thinly sliced Granny Smith apples.
Yes, and a slice of chocolate ganache cake
Just a thin one will do.
Now, play me some Ellington, or
Coltrane and Hartman, or Billie
With lighter-than-air Lester.
Let’s play some Jelly Roll Morton
Or Bach chorales on our guitars,
While we stumble and grumble
Over the same mistakes we make,
Or giggle over new, interesting ones.
Play me some Mansur and Gajanandrao Joshi,
Or some Amir Khan or Kesarbai or Mogubai,
Play me some Lata or M.S., and let me
Leap into song like a happy porpoise.
Come, sit by my side,
And talk to me about songs
And books, of childhood and child,
And politics, and the weather,
And Climate Change, and science,
And animals and movies.
Later, we shall walk hand in hand
Along the margins of the gleaming
Blue-green Reservoir with her yellow lilies
And leaping fish, and the occasional frog.
The tall trees will bend over us
Like a benediction, and calm
Will descend like a silk scarf
Around our necks.
Walk by my side in silence
And breathe in and out, with
The good trees watching us,
I shall welcome that, too.
This is pleasure, all of it.
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May 11, 2016 Light verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Diverse
Di-verse
©May 10th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The deadly spectre of duality
Has quite overtaken my halting verse –
‘Twould be far better if plurality
Were awakened to stop it from being terse.
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Tags: #DailyPrompt, #Diverse, #Poetry, #TheDailyPost
Apr 13, 2016 Light verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post, Uncategorized
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Giggle
Giggle
©April 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I do not giggle any more.
It causes me some pain
For I have graduated from
Teenagerhood to Brain.
To keep a brain, we all agree
We cannot laugh and titter
We have to hold our breath and moan
In sotto voces bitter.
Giggling’s for the younger set
For those who live their lives
Without a hint of future stress
Without a hint of strife.
But when my back is turned, I find
I snicker and I sneeze,
And then, to my amazement
I giggle, if you please!
I catch myself, and look askance
At giggles which escape
And scold them as they leave my throat
And then, I stand and gape.
Before me stands a jester pied
All dressed in motley clothes
And solemnly he bows to me
And then, around me, flows
He flows like water, and like wind
He smiles and takes my hand,
And dances with me laughingly,
And then, I understand.
We laugh aloud in midnight mirth
We chuckle all night long,
And soon, before the break of day
My giggles become songs.
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Tags: #Daily Prompt, #Giggle, #LightVerse, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost
Apr 13, 2016 Light verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Bedtime
Bedtime (a silly poem)
©April 13 (really, the night of the 12th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
If only I had one!
When all is said and done,
It’s in the land of sleep
We plunge in waters deep.
I find the night a lure –
For this there is no cure.
I like to count the hours
In poems or in stars.
I drink some tea and stare
At nothing, everywhere.
I’ve only gotten worse.
What, bedtime? It’s a curse!
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Tags: #Bedtime, #DailyPrompt, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost
Jun 16, 2015 Light verse
Deeper than Silence
©June 15th, 2015
Vijaya Sundaram
gentle twang of strings
thrilling to ten-year old
tender fingers in golden
room filled with sweet childhood.
clicking of keys on computer
here in room awash in
sweeps of scarves and sheets.
whoosh of cars outside
dividing rain-washed streets
flinging aside water
cutting through space
hiss of electricity
the steady hum of it
permeating the air
outside my ears makes me
still, stiller than still
retreating to a place
deeper than silence.
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Tags: #Original Poetry, Daughter playing guitar, Rainy day, Silence